I have many faces
I smile for many crowds
and for each face that I have
I carry an empty brow

For what am I
at the end of the day
I'm just the guy everyone talks about
the guy in which no one knows his name.
The guy who never frains to pout.

So I sit and put my hand to my pen
and write down my feelings
on the only face that I have yet to use
the only one that shows the true me.

Paper!
with which I let only ink surround
ink which is my best friend
taking to paper like an infestation
and making the best of any so called frown.

For I can take a bad memory
tranfer it to paper
and create a legacy.

This is how I transend my emotions
This is how I release my state
by writing down with pen and paper
while getting a natural high off its taste.

Paper is my most sacred face
and my pen is my closest companion
Sometimes the only way to read me
is to read the face which holds my true desire.

Awesome! I hear yu on this one...

so true- writing shows the real you

awesome write!

Great writing